The Publicity Stunt : Part 2
by M.C.
Women wrestlers challenge the superbowl champs


I awoke early that day,truth be told I did not sleep the entire night. The
thought of these magnificant women taking on the undefeated superbowl
champions, and the casual way they related to the upcoming game made me feel
very uncomfortabe. Weren't we, the male of the species, the more powerful ?
Didn't we do the hunting, the providing ? Hasn't it always been so ? How could
these eight women even think that they had a chance against the ' best ' the
male gender had to offer ? It was absurd......and yet, I was haunted by
Susan's smile, that taunting facial expression that reached down to my very
soul and said, " so my macho friend, you think you know us?... well you know
nothing...but you will learn " I found her smile as erotic...as it was
frightening. As a male I felt a great deal of ambivalence towards the upcoming
contest. Susan and her fellow wrestlers were so beautiful...so magnificant.
But they were challenging the very concept of male superiority. What if they
could win ? What if eight women could beat the best team in professional
football. Didn't that go against everything I'd ever been taught ? And what
would be the ramifications if they did win ? Would the social order, based on
the assumption that the male is more powerful than the female, survive such a
blow ? And, if not, what would replace it. This wasn't a very fit Billie Jean
King beating a senior citizen called Bobby Riggs. This was a direct frontal
assult on the male concept of physical superiority. If that proves to be a
paper tiger, then what's to become of us ? These thoughts kept me up all
night.

I arrived at the stadium about an hour before the game was supposed to begin.
The stadium was already nearly filled, a capacity crowd was expected. Like me,
most of the spectators probably expected it to be no more than a publicity
stunt an attempt by some eccentric women to draw attention to themselves All
week long there were shows on the television and newspaper articles written by
sports experts stating authoritatively that there was no way these women,
strong though they may be, could stand up to a good high school football team,
let alone the mighty superbowl champions. By all accounts, this was going to
be a massacre, the greatest mismatch in the history of sports. The coach kept
saying how his men were going to smash these women without mercy, to punish
them for their arrogance. As his powerful players outweighed the "girls" by an
average of at least 50 - 60 pounds - with some of the huge linemen weighing
over 100 pounds more - I became very worried for their safety. It would indeed
be a shame for such magnificant female specimens to be mangled and broken. Did
they really know what they were in for ?

Twenty minutes before the game was supposed to start.The men were all
anxiously waiting for Susan and her team to arrive, but there was no sign of
them. Was it all a hoax ? There was a murmer throughout the crowd of 70,000, -
had they all been taken ? At exactly ten minutes to 1 P.M. a GMC van drove
into the stadium, pulling a U - Haul trailer behind it. The doors swung open
and eight powerfully built, gorgeous women got out. I walked up to Susan and
asked, " Why are you late ? " She smiled and responded, " Late, we're not
late, the game doesn't start for another ten minutes.We were at the beauty
parlor, getting our hair done ". I was stunned. " You are about to play
against the greatest team in the history of professional football and you went
to the beauty parlor... am I crazy ??? " The women all looked at each other
and began to giggle. " You're not crazy Mike ", Susan said," you're just stuck
in your macho, chauvinistic view of how you think the world ought to be. But
don't worry honey,before this game is over we'll have " corrected " those
obsolete views of yours". She playfully tweeked my nose and added, " this is
our big day and we wanted to look our prettiest. We are, afterall, the '
fairer ' sex ". It might have been the sight of these beautiful, magnificantly
muscular women dressed in their sexy wrestleing outfits, or maybe it was my
fear of what I thought was going to happen to them in the upcoming game.
Whatever the reason, I felt a sudden urge come over me I grabbed Susan and
gave her a long passionate kiss on the lips. Instead of resisting my embrace,
which she could have easily done, Susan wrapped her powerful arms around me
and, for a few seconds, I experienced what heaven must be like. After our
embrace, Susan looked at me and said," don't worry about us honey, we're big
girls, we can take care of ourselves ".

As Susan and the other women began to walk towards the playing field for their
confrontation with the mighty superbowl champions, I suddenly remembered that
I was a reporter. "What's the trailer for ? ", I called out after them.Susan
turned around and flashed me that cryptic smile of hers again " I'm afraid
you're going to have to wait until after the game is over to find that out
sweetie pie ". She blew me a kiss and then headed towards the gridiron.As I
watched from the sidelines I couldn't help but feel apprehension. Eight
beautiful women were about to confront and entire football team, the best
ever.

The stage was set, the drama about to unfold...

end of part 2